*sigh*
Benton sighed with his own worries weighing his shoulders.
"Master, this is the eight newbie camp since the year it was established," Benton paused as he heaved a sigh, "And also the eight years since the day you left me," Benton continued with his soliloquy, "Yet your goals have still never come to fruition. Tell me, was all of this worth for you to die… was it worth for you to leave me forever?"
Benton's flat monotonous voice seemed to have reached no one's ears in the empty room. But even the flat voice shook at the very end as the upfront face was being kept no more.
A tear trickled down Benton's cheeks as he couldn't control his emotions anymore. Life had always been harsh on him… it had been harsh on every child born in hell from the very moment they were bought in this forsaken world. Such an intense and dog eat dog world was indeed too much for a human child to bear.
